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jigokulogs2022-03-07 04:51 pm
aceslow) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-07 04:51 pm
[ OPEN ] sunrise, sunset
Who ⬤ Kim Kitsuragi & YOU
What ⬤ March substories (night parade & babysitting bad trips) & more!
When ⬤ Throughout March
Where ⬤ Throughout Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use for the applicable substory, otherwise n/a
a. high definition.
[ When Kim notices people exiting the drug testing location looking decidedly worse for wear, his first instinct is to simply ignore them. They knew what they signed up for, did so willingly, and evidently did so without having the contingency of planning for a friend to accompany them and keep them safe afterwards. He stands off to the side for a frankly unconsciable amount of time, reasoning that some good samaritan will choose to be helpful. It doesn't have to be him. He's done enough of babysitting people on unadvisable drug trips for an entire lifetime, and he's not keen on repeating the experience.
Except it quickly becomes clear that nobody else is going to step in, even when he's given one or two passer-bys a hopeful glance. Whether it's the blindness, hallucinations, or general revelry that influences people to make terrible decisions, participants in the study are going to wind up being a danger to themselves or others, Kim decides, and reluctantly approaches one of them. ]
Khm. Excuse me. Are you all right?
[ He knows the answer to that question. It's no, because agreeing to be the guinea pig for unknown drugs as administered by some bizarre rabbit creatures is not something you do when you're all right, but he makes the executive decision to err on the side of politeness anyway. ]
b. night parade.
i. decorating.
[ Assisting with the parade seems like an easy way of currying favour with his superiors and to at least put on the pretense of helping out, so Kim gladly accepts the task of hanging up the decorations. He'll be around to help hold ladders, move boxes from point A to point B, or toss a bottle of water to one of his fellow assistants who looks as though they've failed to hydrate through any of their hard labour.
He does, however, become more invested in it than he specifically means to as he stands back, hands tucked neatly behind him, and scrutinizes one of the stalls' decorations, in a very interesting colour scheme. ]
No. I'm sorry, this needs to come down. These colours are... [ There is a polite way of putting this. ] ...very ugly.
ii. eyes needed.
[ Kim, having been deemed a very responsible looking man (probably because he's one of the older people here, he thinks with a sigh), has been tasked with sorting the fireworks and putting them in appropriate storage. Some need to be stored at certain temperatures to maintain the brilliance of their colours, and others need to be put under lock and key in a nearby storage unit because in the wrong hands, they have the capacity to do an awful lot of damage.
Which is fine. Kim is more than capable of handling this. Only he's supposed to be reading the criminally tiny fine print along the sides of the tubes. He holds them away from his face as far as possible in a desperate bid to translate it, but to no avail. He could rely on guesswork, but...
Reluctantly, he turns to one of his fellows, roped into helping with the parade as well. ] Can you make this out?
[ He's secretly hoping the answer is no, which is a possibility. It would be less embarrassing that way. ]
c. sutoku district & housing.
[ Otherwise, Kim can be found wandering around what he's been told is his new home, pausing occasionally to look at the huge, flashy arcades, the blindingly bright department stores, or perhaps dwelling a little too long on one of the vehicles parked along the side of the road. Shopping isn't the most exciting thing, perhaps, but Kim has plenty he needs to get with his first paycheck: groceries (largely frozen and canned foods, specialty-made for the consummate bachelor), a first-aid kit, cigarettes and toiletries, instant coffee, and a pitstop where he inspects a truly tragic looking pot of mint planted in ruinously dry soil.
By the end of the evening, he can be found on the balcony of the long line of depressing apartments that all of the newcomers have been put into, staring out at the night sky with a cigarette dangling from his fingers and a convenience store bag filled with premade food hanging off the crook of his elbow. He's willing to share, if interest is shown -- a cigarette for the adults, or a an extra onigiri for the kids. If he's going to eat a depressing late-night dinner standing out here, he may as well have some company. ]
d. wildcard.
[ want something else? I'd love to make a starter for you! just hit me up at my ooc comment here and we'll figure something out. ]
What ⬤ March substories (night parade & babysitting bad trips) & more!
When ⬤ Throughout March
Where ⬤ Throughout Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use for the applicable substory, otherwise n/a
a. high definition.
[ When Kim notices people exiting the drug testing location looking decidedly worse for wear, his first instinct is to simply ignore them. They knew what they signed up for, did so willingly, and evidently did so without having the contingency of planning for a friend to accompany them and keep them safe afterwards. He stands off to the side for a frankly unconsciable amount of time, reasoning that some good samaritan will choose to be helpful. It doesn't have to be him. He's done enough of babysitting people on unadvisable drug trips for an entire lifetime, and he's not keen on repeating the experience.
Except it quickly becomes clear that nobody else is going to step in, even when he's given one or two passer-bys a hopeful glance. Whether it's the blindness, hallucinations, or general revelry that influences people to make terrible decisions, participants in the study are going to wind up being a danger to themselves or others, Kim decides, and reluctantly approaches one of them. ]
Khm. Excuse me. Are you all right?
[ He knows the answer to that question. It's no, because agreeing to be the guinea pig for unknown drugs as administered by some bizarre rabbit creatures is not something you do when you're all right, but he makes the executive decision to err on the side of politeness anyway. ]
b. night parade.
i. decorating.
[ Assisting with the parade seems like an easy way of currying favour with his superiors and to at least put on the pretense of helping out, so Kim gladly accepts the task of hanging up the decorations. He'll be around to help hold ladders, move boxes from point A to point B, or toss a bottle of water to one of his fellow assistants who looks as though they've failed to hydrate through any of their hard labour.
He does, however, become more invested in it than he specifically means to as he stands back, hands tucked neatly behind him, and scrutinizes one of the stalls' decorations, in a very interesting colour scheme. ]
No. I'm sorry, this needs to come down. These colours are... [ There is a polite way of putting this. ] ...very ugly.
ii. eyes needed.
[ Kim, having been deemed a very responsible looking man (probably because he's one of the older people here, he thinks with a sigh), has been tasked with sorting the fireworks and putting them in appropriate storage. Some need to be stored at certain temperatures to maintain the brilliance of their colours, and others need to be put under lock and key in a nearby storage unit because in the wrong hands, they have the capacity to do an awful lot of damage.
Which is fine. Kim is more than capable of handling this. Only he's supposed to be reading the criminally tiny fine print along the sides of the tubes. He holds them away from his face as far as possible in a desperate bid to translate it, but to no avail. He could rely on guesswork, but...
Reluctantly, he turns to one of his fellows, roped into helping with the parade as well. ] Can you make this out?
[ He's secretly hoping the answer is no, which is a possibility. It would be less embarrassing that way. ]
c. sutoku district & housing.
[ Otherwise, Kim can be found wandering around what he's been told is his new home, pausing occasionally to look at the huge, flashy arcades, the blindingly bright department stores, or perhaps dwelling a little too long on one of the vehicles parked along the side of the road. Shopping isn't the most exciting thing, perhaps, but Kim has plenty he needs to get with his first paycheck: groceries (largely frozen and canned foods, specialty-made for the consummate bachelor), a first-aid kit, cigarettes and toiletries, instant coffee, and a pitstop where he inspects a truly tragic looking pot of mint planted in ruinously dry soil.
By the end of the evening, he can be found on the balcony of the long line of depressing apartments that all of the newcomers have been put into, staring out at the night sky with a cigarette dangling from his fingers and a convenience store bag filled with premade food hanging off the crook of his elbow. He's willing to share, if interest is shown -- a cigarette for the adults, or a an extra onigiri for the kids. If he's going to eat a depressing late-night dinner standing out here, he may as well have some company. ]
d. wildcard.
[ want something else? I'd love to make a starter for you! just hit me up at my ooc comment here and we'll figure something out. ]
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As it is, he simply nods, noting that even if their worlds differ, at least one theological basis of the afterlife seems consistent. Everyone has some conception of Hell, and everyone has some conception of those who linger on. Perhaps it is some base human desire to see the wicked punished, formed before they themselves join their ranks, as they all inevitably do. ]
That seems to be the better of the two, yes. [ His lip quirks. ] Though this place has a promise that most theology doesn't include... which is a chance to go back to finish that unfinished business. And not as a ghost.
[ Whether he believes it or not is a different question. He glances at Wuxian, curious. ]
Would I be right in assuming that was what was offered to you?
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[picks at the corner of one of the box labels, idly, brow furrowing for a moment; even he isn't shameless enough to just lightly drop 'I got a lot of people killed and I wish they'd lived instead.' his own death? fine, he had it coming, he'd deserved it. they hadn't, at all.]
...a lot of things in my life turned out badly, for other people. So it'd be nice to take that back, if I can, is all. If this chance is real.
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[ For someone to want to stay, or to prefer staying in order to enact change in some other way isn't something that's even occurred to Kim. Maybe he's just not that selfless, he supposes. He's not sure if there's anything he wants more than to return back where he belongs.
Not that that's the only thing that was promised to him. He won't speak on it - it's too sad, too strange for that - but what's been promised to him is so unbelievable that he's harbouring his share of doubts of it ever coming to pass. ]
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[spreads his hands, with a little huff of a laugh]
I didn't bargain to restore my own life, and being a ghost is no fun, anyway. I hope your deal's something better, though.
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[ That's not all there is to it... but he'll leave it at that. The excess is nobody's business, and Kim can't think of a soul living or dead that he would confess it to beyond, perhaps, the parents he never knew, in some misguided attempt to curry their favour. It's a silly thought. He's older now than he was when they had died; if anything they ought to be trying to impress him. ]
Yours seems like an altruistic goal. [ Of no personal benefit, really. But for someone who has accepted his death, it makes a certain amount of sense. ] Maybe one subject to change, if you happen to meet them here, though. I imagine their contracts would be very much the same.
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[shrugging; he doesn't want to delve too far down the rabbit hole of what his dead would desire from the factions, should they too become Lost Souls.]
It's funny, actually...there's at least three other people from home here, but they're most definitely alive? And from the future? Our contracts probably don't overlap much, but it's really very confusing how that's all supposed to work.
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[ At least, that's true in his own case. Though being that this fellow is bringing time travel into the equation... it's enough to give him a headache. He's glad that he and Harry appear to not have to grapple with that. ]
That's convenient. Have you discussed it much? Your contracts? [ Kim rolls a shoulder to loosen it as he sets down another box. ] Assuming, of course, that you are allies.
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[they are both getting headaches.]
One of them is a friend, so we talked it over a bit; he wants something for his family out of his contract, but I don't think he'd want me telling others about it more than that. The other two are, ah. We are not. Allies. Though one of them is in Sutoku too, so we'll have to make some arrangement eventually.
Contract talk hasn't really come up, with them. It's...honestly, whenever I think about the situation too hard I just want to go to the nearest bar until I stop.
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Then I'd advise that you stop thinking about it. The last thing you need is to wind up in Hell with a drinking problem. Just the one problem is enough, I think.
[ He's joking. Probably? It can be hard to tell, with Kim. ]
I understand, though. Some things are better kept private -- and regardless of what they've offered us, it doesn't change our current situation. All we can do is make the best of it.
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Well, I'll toast to that, friend.